‘Yes. But I don’t care for it much. I’m tired of the people I am bound to find there.’

‘What kind of people?’

‘Art — music — London Bohemia — the most pettifogging calculating Bohemia that ever reckoned its pennies. But there are a few decent people, decent in some respects. They are really very thorough rejecters of the world — perhaps they live only in the gesture of rejection and negation — but negatively something, at any rate.’

‘What are they? — painters, musicians?’

‘Painters, musicians, writers — hangers-on, models, advanced young people, anybody who is openly at outs with the conventions, and belongs to